#hmm i need a writing tag... uhh let's see...

[daddyy333]

I like it | Neteyam Sully x Omaticaya!reader

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.0k

warnings: smut, p in v, slight overstimulation, squirting (?), ?

summary: Neteyam tries something new and overwhelming during sex and you love it

anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀

“Hi, beautiful,” your mate said as he walked up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You smiled as you said “hi,” a soft giggle slipped past your lips before you leaned back and kissed his cheek.

He kissed your head and said “what are you doing, hmm?” “I was cutting up fruits for the hunting party and I see you are already back” you said as you set the bowl of freshly chopped fruits to the side, grabbing a bowl of water and cleaning the rock you were using as a table.

Neteyam smiled, kissing your neck softly as he squeezed your hips. “So sweet, baby. Always taking care of the people” he said, toying with the straps of your loincloth. You gasped slightly as he found your sweet spot.

“Nete…” you said and he moaned softly as he grinded his hard cock into your ass. He slowly moved his hands up your body, groaning as he slipped under your thin top and grabbed your breasts. He pulled you flush against his back as he said “what is it, my love?”

You mewled, your knees feeling weak at his touch. You whined then, desperately trying to get your top off. He smiled and removed your top for you, palming at your breasts again for a moment before moving down to his own loincloth as he continued kissing your neck.

“I need you,” you whimpered, squirming at how warm you felt between your thighs. He chuckled as he let himself free, precum leaking out as his painfully hard cock stood proud. “Don’t worry, my love, you’ll get what you want. Need that pretty little pussy fucked hard, hmm?” He asked and you moaned at his words, as well as the pressure on your clit when he trailed his fingers down and started circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.

He slowly and teasingly removed your loincloth, massaging the fat of your ass once it was off. He nudged your foot to the side and pushed your back on the rock, forming a delicious arch. “Perfect,” he said, slapping your ass just to watch it jiggle.

You moaned softly and squirmed a little. “Neteyam, fuck me!” You whined and he smiled. He teased your little hole with his bulbous mushroom tip before sliding in harshly. “Ohhh fuck!” You moaned and squeezed the edge of the rock, pieces of it crumbling off with the force of your fist.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy” he moaned, running a hand up your back till her balled your braids up in a messy poinytail, pulling your head up. He thrusted once, harshly. The moan that forced out of your mouth nearly made him spill his load on the spot.

He set a harsh and fast pace, grunting and groaning praise at you like he couldn’t control the words coming out of his mouth. “uhh- syulang! Oh Eywa, I love this pussy. Love it- I love it so much” he moaned.

You whimpered and whined, his huge cock hitting all the perfect spots. “who’s is it, hmm?” He asked and you mewled, grunting softly. “Yours” you said through a shaky breath. You groaned, nearly going limp and falling to the ground if not for Neteyam holding you up.

He smirked, grabbing your tail at the base, its length moving wildly as the pleasure consumed you. He brought his hand up to the tip of it and then wrapped it around his forearm, pulling on it slightly.

You squealed slightly, the pain becoming pleasure. “Neteyam, oh Eywa!” You cried, choked moans and groans leaving your mouth as you got closer and closer to an orgasm. He chuckled, pulling harder on your tale.

“You gonna cum? Ohh, yea baby you makes you feel this good? Tell me,” he said and you whimpered. You gasped as you started squeezing and clenching around his cock, slick gushing out of you. He reached forward and rubbed your clit and you suddenly felt so much pressure and nearly passed out at how intense everything was when you began to squirt all over him.

“Neteyam! Neteyam! Ahh! Ahhhh! Mmh!” You screamed, unable to control yourself any longer. Neteyams chest heaved as his balls tightened, the throbbing in his dick becoming unbearable. He clenched his teeth and his eyes closed tight as a primal and guttural grunt left his lips, one last harsh thrust into your sweet pussy and he came hard.

He whimpered slightly, hissing at how hard he was cumming. It felt never ending, and his legs trembled as his thick, hot seed spilled into you. He sighed heavily as he finally stopped cumming, letting go of your tail and rubbing your back for a moment as he came down from his high.

“My beautiful girl, you make me feel so good,” he said softly. You would usually giggle at a comment like that but no noise came from you, just soft groans and heavy pants. He pulled out as his cock softened and you nearly fell to the ground as he removed his hand from around your waist.

“Woah, woah, baby…” he said and you whimpered. He picked you up and laid you down on the rock, petting your hair. “Are you alright, pretty girl?” He asked and you sniffled. You hadn’t even realized you were crying, it must’ve been from the intensity of your orgasm.

You whimpered and said “s’much Nete…” “too much?” He asked and you sighed heavily. He kissed your head caressed your shoulder, waiting for you to calm down. You took a deep breath a few minutes and said “good…but too much” “I’m so sorry, my love” he said and you shook your head.

You sat up slowly, leaning on him mostly. “I liked it,” you giggled, looking up at him. He shook his head and chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your lips before picking you up and grabbing your clothing and taking you to the lake.

You wrapped your twitchy legs around his waist as he walked around the shallow end lake, rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings to you. He noticed you fell asleep and he smiled, laying on the rocks by the waterfall and letting you sleep on his chest until dinner time.

Taglist: @laylasbunbunny @neteyam4life @bakugouswaif @abcm18339

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

#avatar 2 movie #avatar #avatar 2009 #avatar smut #avatar fic #neteyam x reader #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam smut #neteyam sully #avatar neteyam #neteyam #neteyam x omaticaya!reader

[jesuisici33]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @wikiangela @giddyupbuck @disasterbuckdiaz @bonheur-cafe @wildlife4life @alyxmastershipper @forthewolves written some more fae!carlos yesterday, so here's some Carlos and Iris set during the beginning of s4!

“Wife,” he says. Their old joke feels as comfortable as an old hoodie.

She turns around, her face splitting into a grin as she sees him. “Carlos!” Running towards him, she wraps her arms around him. Instantly he wonders why he hasn’t visited her earlier. He’s missed her so much. He could slap his younger self for not doing this sooner.

Apparently, Iris thinks the same. The slap registers a few seconds after it happens. The sting of it only shocks Carlos momentarily as he stares at Iris as she says, “You should have come here sooner.” She looks down at the present in his hands and opens up her palms. “Is this gift for me?” Carlos hands it to her without ceremony. Iris opens it up and examines the scarf Carlos knitted for her. “It’s acceptable. Now, tell me why you’re really here.”

Carlos' eyes go soft as she stalks toward one of the lunch tables to sit down. “Missed you, too.”

She sits primly at table, waiting for him to make his way to her. “I can’t just come here to visit you? See how you’re doing?”

“Carlos, you gave me a gift. You’re trying to butter me up. Just tell me.” Despite her ridiculing the scarf he made for her, she puts it around her neck. He made it with burnt orange yarn. It looks good on her. 

“I’m with someone. TK.” He thinks it might be better if he tells his love story to Iris slowly rather than the rush to the finish line. Plus, he wants to tell the full story to Iris. 

“TK? Is he human? Does he want to give you his name?” Her perceptiveness hasn’t changed. 

“Uhh. Yes. And, no. But I don’t need it. I don’t.” He says to her raised eyebrow. “We’re getting married.”

Iris nods. “And you need a divorce. Hmm.” She cocks her head to the side. “If this TK doesn’t want to give you his name, what about the naming bond? What did he say about that when you started wedding planning?”

Carlos swallows. The fact that TK somehow hasn’t learned about the naming bond is a miracle. His mom and dad have been in contact with him wanting to know updates and letting him know which family relative is available on which dates. And, oh, Carlitos, is a human ceremony longer than a faerie’s? How long will it be? There will be children and changelings there, so don’t forget to put them in mind!

“You two will have a naming bond, right? Wait, does TK not want to give you his name? Do you not want to give him yours?” The questions are rapid fire, so fast Carlos can’t get a word in between them.

tagging @rmd-writes @decafdino @hippolotamus @apothecarose @mammameesh @actual-sleeping-beauty @monsterrae1 @userdisaster @loserdiaz @rosedavid @wandering-night19 @thebumblecee @ramonaflow @thewolvesof1998 @housewifebuck @liminalmemories21 @mallpretzles @alrightbuckaroo @folk-fae

[pretty-rage-machine]

20 questions for fic writers

I got tagged by meikuree! You should go read her excellent fic. 8)

I can't remember whomst among my mutuals does fic or not 😭 consider yourself tagged if you're interested! Let's all toot our own horns

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

63. My account is here, btw.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

AO3 informs me it's 244,098, which feels like SO much and yet almost nothing based on the time I have theoretically been writing.

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Gonna call out ones where I've written more than a single fic and where I feel it is at least somewhat likely I'll return and write more: Animorphs, Naruto, Blade of the Immortal, and Shingeki no Kyojin, but there's loads of one-offs and smaller fandoms there too. I'd like to write more Gravity Falls, as well.

The rest are under the cut.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

With All Brightness (Lilo & Stitch), The Girl In The Water (Spirited Away), beauty, her artificers (Greek mythology), I've got Four Voices on the Line (the only one I hear is mine) (Animorphs), and love what you see in the mirror (TWEWY). Perhaps significantly, four of these were written for Yuletide, and one was written as a new year's resolution treat, so also for Yuletide.

5. do you respond to comments?

Yes, I try to.

6. what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ummm. Hmm. One of my friends once told me my fics were "gloomy" but I have a hard time calling out the angstiest ending. 😂Maybe it's Preludes (Naruto), a Kakuzu/Madara fic with Hashirama dying nearby? Or maybe it's On Moths (BOTI), a fic about Makie dying of tuberculosis back when it seemed like that might happen.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

With All Brightness (Lilo & Stitch) is so fluffy I think it has to be it.

8. do you get hate on fics?

I never have! Touch wood

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes! I write the kind that feels right for the characters to me. I like smut as character study and I like insane mindfucks and fucking as another manifestation of a battle of wills between characters.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you've written?

Like, a little drabble of one back in high school, Invader Zim/Kingdom Hearts lol. I really respect authors who can do a compelling crossover, but I don't feel like I'm that good tbh! Crossovers I want: Machineries of Empire/She-Ra (I need to see Kujen and Horde Prime go toe to toe), Gravity Falls/Attack on Titan (Hange and Bill Cipher being buds), Revolutionary Girl Utena/Narnia (ANTHY IN NARNIA. THE PROBLEM OF ANTHY)

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I had a fic's framing device lifted! It was like. Not a songfic but a poem fic. It was that Monday's Child poem, and I had a line of the poem and then a short bit of writing after each line. Someone commented telling me they liked the Batman version more (lol), when I knew mine had come first based on publication dates. It was weird but I was a lot younger at the time and didn't really know what to say.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, with an ex-friend.

14. what's your all-time favorite ship?

Hmmmm I don't have an all-time favorite! I'm not so much about the shipping, though I enjoy shipfic.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

All my currently-in-progress fics are oneshots. The WIPs that are unfinished, I know I'll never finish lolol

16. what are your writing strengths?

Uhh... (digs toe in the ground) character voice and tone? I feel like I don't know my own strengths lol. I used to get praised for beautiful imagery and having a "simple" style (though people would say this and then hastily clarify that they meant it in a good way, which tickled me) but not for a while.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I was better at snappy dialogue and twisty plot, I really admire authors who are great with plot and can write things that give the feeling of like... things going wrong in a way that makes sense, characters dealing with that in a way that makes sense? Hmm.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can be handled very well or very poorly. I don't know if I myself ever would if canon didn't model doing it, or if I couldn't find someone fluent in the language to check that I wasn't butchering it.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Invader Zim babyyyyyy

20. favorite fic you've ever written?

Hmm. Hard to pick just one, but here are some both old and recent that I especially like:

quelled and quenched in leaves (Stardew Valley) - a spooky fic I had a blast working on, very well received.

🐻🌠👋🗻FRIENDS🍦💎🔪🏄LEND💞🦆🕵️😲A👊👌🤟🙌HAND🤝🧙🔎💖 (Gravity Falls) - a doofy Gravity Falls casefic centered around some pretty rare characters. I jammed as many puns and gags into this as I could and tried some new things in general while I worked on it, and I'm still proud.

Chimera (Gemini) - exchange fic written for an obscure movie, another stretch in genre and tone that I still am proud of.

A Season Under the Kandrona (Animorphs) - fic about Aldrea and her family on an alien world. I just... love Animorphs so much

long still sea (Blade of the Immortal) - fix-it fic for the ending when I really needed that, written over the course of a single day in a borderline fugue state. I wish I could call on that productivity at will lmao

template:

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

3. what fandoms do you write for?

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

5. do you respond to comments?

6. what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. do you get hate on fics?

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you've written?

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. what's your all-time favorite ship?

15. what's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

16. what are your writing strengths?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

19. first fandom you wrote for?

20. favorite fic you've ever written?

#my writing #memes #fanfiction

[ducknotinarow]

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of obvious bullshit." ( 2k12 Donnie for Raph :'3 )

| muse interaction action

Being taught how best to sneak around, even despite Raph's heavier set. Was a great and useful skill for the mutan turtle, and consider one of Raph favorite hobbies included getting to trouble. Though he liked to say trouble, just more found him than him it. That was a load of crap of course. Seeing how he was currently sneaking his way around the lair now, light on his feet and quick as he moved past Leo and Mikey's bedrooms. Mikey would try to tag along and ask questions after question on what he was up to and where he was going. Waking everyone up. Leo? Well, he would get on Raph's case for breaking curfew. Again.

Splinter Jr., the red banded turtle, thought to himself as he comtuined on his way. Even if he was great at keep quick and moving quickly. There was one issue with trying to sneak out. Everyone in his family also knew how to sneak around. Meaning they could easily notice when someone one was doing as such. Sometimes, he forgot that this was a household of ninjas. As he soon ran into the only other turtle awake right now. Donatello. Raph near jumped out of his shell when he hears Don in their lab as he was passing by. Only to relax the second he set eyes on them.

"Oh hey Don, workin' still uh?" He asks, trying his best not to sound suspicious himself about being up so late. Which Donnie seemed curious about Raphael hummed in thought a moment. "Uh ya know, jus' couldn' sleep an' uhh Leo's always saying that it's best to work ya self when restless? Soo thought, Aye got to the dojo and practiced some of that uh mediation yeah yeah clear my head if I thought." What thoughts?

"Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of obvious bullshit."

Raph rolled his eyes a nd huffed he hated how easily Donnie could call him out "Fine okay 'm sneekin' out what ya gonna narc on me now hmm?" Raph asks. Despite his remark, he still stepped into Don's lab, smiling a bit. Eh, he could appreciate Donatello's strught forwardness when it came to their own snark and sass. Raph made his way to stand beside his brother, throwing an arm around their shoulders, roughly tugging them his way as he gave them a slightly warning gate.

"Tell ya what, Don, you keep ya beak shut, and I'll run by that one compture recycle shop you like. Just I dunno write down what ya want..." He trailed off looking around for some paper as he pushed it over they both know he wouldn't have a cule of Donnie, worte it out. "Better draw what ya need, and I'll snag it for well. I'm out." He offers before letting go of them."Please do me a spold here? I promise I ain't getting into any trouble..maybe that's not the plan, at least I jus'" he rocks on his feet a bit as he crosses his arms over his plastron. "I jus' gonna meet up with Casey for a bit that it I sweat. But I'll be back before anyone wakes up, okay?"

Pushing the piece of paper closer to Don now "sooo just doodle out what ya want and I'll get everything last bit cool?"

#muse| hamato rapheal #forthehonorandtheglory #[ got your back brainiac forthehonorandthegolry] #[2012 verse] #muse interacction #ic reply #i've been craving 2012 donraph interactions and found this ;3;)

[teo-s-ghostly-corner]

Tag someone you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @sasasue

Favorite color: yellow, purple and green. I know it's more than one but I'm an indecisive creature, leave me alone 😂

Last song: Jonathan Bree – Politics

Last movie: Lord of The Rings: Return of the King, because I did yet another LOTR marathon (extended edition, hehe). Every once in a while the need for this trilogy arises in my heart and I HAVE to re-watch it for like the 54764th time. 🥲 No movie has ever managed to make home in my soul the way these 3 movies have… not even my top favourites. LOTR is in a league of its own and I can't even put into words how it makes me feel every single time. Okay I'm gonna stop now – you can tell I'm writing this immediately after finishing the movie, 'cause I'm still an overly emotional babbling mess 😂

Currently watching: Outlander – I'm in the middle of season 2. It's gonna be a long ride given it's a longer show and I don't always have time/energy for binge watching, but I love it so far! Also Disenchantment, I'm watching the new season (which happens to be the final one 🥲)

Other stuff I watched this year: Uhh let's see… I'll name a few from the top of my head: The Last of Us, Oppenheimer, Barbie, Guardians of The Galaxy 3, Queen Charlotte, Seven Kings Must Die, The Nun 2 (this one was kinda meh for me, but I'm a fan of the Conjuring universe, soo I had to watch it), Evil Dead Rise… what else… oh I've also indulged in some old Alain Delon movies lately (I particularly enjoyed L'Eclisse, Les Felins and The Yellow Rolls-Royce). These are some I could think of on the spot

Shows I dropped this year/didn't finish: Hmm, I haven't dropped any show as far as I remember. I usually like to watch things 'til the end, so I rarely stop watching something entirely, I only stop temporarily when I don't have time or I want to watch/do something else in between, but I eventually pick them up again

Currently reading: The Gods of Tango by Carolina de Robertis

Currently listening to: Nothing right now, but I'll pick up my playlist later today, during my 30 minute home sportsy session (😂), when I'll shuffle between cutesy pop and hard rock because I am like that 😂

Currently working on: Brainstorming more autumn-y scenes involving my original characters, which I hope I'll be able to draw in the near future 🍂

Current obsession: Hmm… well, my OCs are always an obsession of mine, so I'll pick those. 😂 

[secretagentspydetectiveninja]

Reasons to be nice - chapter 1

Did someone say Chlonette?

On AO3 as well

Chloé Bourgeois was such a nice person these days. No more being rude, no more putting people down, no more unnecessary antagonizing these pitiful classmates of hers. No – from now on, she was good. Better than good, in fact. The best!

At least, as long as Adrien thought so, that was what mattered. It was hard to bear the feeling of ruining her perfect, too-good-for-anyone-else reputation that she had worked so hard to cultivate for the past several years. But for Adrien? She would do anything. There was no way she was going to lose her childhood best friend, and especially not for something that would be so easy to fix.

Most things were tolerable. Saying “thank you” to Rose for those cupcakes and then quietly disposing of them later, as opposed to pushing them back at her and sneering that she would never eat something so sickly and repulsive. Getting her butler Jean-whatever-his-name-was to do her homework instead and giving Sabrina a break for once. (He was on her payroll after all, so he might as well.) Saying “excuse me” and waiting for whoever it was to move out of the way first, rather than shoving them aside.

Some things were much harder. Seeing Marinette get all the attention for designing some hideous new dress or something made her feel furious enough to want to punch a wall, though she would never bruise her flawless fingers by actually doing it. And anyway, such a dress would look so much better on her! How could Marinette have made it for Juleka??? That morbid stick insect would never be able to pull off such a colour! Did Marinette just not have eyes or something, honestly?

That was not the worst part of Chloé’s pact to be nicer, though. The worst part was Kim. That panther-challenging lunatic seemed to have taken Chloé’s sudden turn for the better as a sign that he had another chance or something. Her opinion of him hadn’t changed one bit since Valentine’s Day – he was still just some pathetic fool who thought himself much better than he actually was. She would never even think about going out with someone like that, goodness gracious. So far in her life she had never quite found a man good enough for her, and Kim certainly could not change that.

But oh, he just had to ask her again when Adrien was nearby, didn’t he?

A bouquet of flowers – cheap, miserable ones, with clashing colours and already wilting – holding them up at her and asking her, yet again, if she would think about dating him now that she was “kinda nice these days!”

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Couldn’t this boy just take a hint and move on? How could being akumatized not have changed the mind of this absolute dimwit?

The classroom was mostly empty, at least. Perhaps if Adrien hadn’t been here, Chloé would have turned Kim down again without a second thought. That would have been ideal. Just a simple rejection, nothing too harsh, nothing mean. Nice and quick.

But things couldn’t have been ideal, could they? She could see Adrien in the corner of the room, his conversation with Nino on pause as he turned his head to watch what Chloé would do now. His eyebrows were turned up slightly in the centre, his grip on his bag just a little too tight. Was he nervous? It looked as though he were expecting the worst, as though everything that Chloé had been doing for him recently hadn’t been enough to convince him that she really was a good person inside.

She let out a sigh, turning back to look at Kim kneeling in front of her with that ridiculous bouquet and that even more ridiculous hairstyle. The idea of saying yes to him was just so repulsive, on so many levels. But what would Adrien think? If he didn’t think the best of her that he possibly could, then what was even the point of Chloé’s whole “nice girl” personality that she was working so hard on? Would it all go to waste?

Well, everyone knew that she wasn’t truly in love with Adrien. As clingy as she acted, no one was really fooled. Saying yes to Kim wouldn’t change anything in that respect. And anyway, if Kim really did like her that much, then she could order him to stay at arm’s length (or further) all the time and he would do it, so that wouldn’t change too much either. It would be like having another servant, that was all.

Not that she considered Sabrina a servant, of course! Or anyone else for that matter. Kim could be another sidekick. There, that was better. He already did everything she ever told him to; it was fine. She was doing this for Adrien. Not for herself. This was a totally selfless action.

“Fine, I suppose it might not be a terrible idea,” she said finally, very carefully trying to sound on the line between nice but unenthusiastic. Delicate acting skills were something of a speciality of hers, considering her father’s position as a prominent politician. Perhaps it would come in handy here to make sure Kim got the idea that she was doing this out of pity, not love.

But of course he didn’t. All that nuance went straight over that thick head of his. He stood up and wrapped her in a gross, sweaty hug, which she quickly pushed herself out of. Being in such close proximity to that horrendously unfashionable hoodie and that rotten excuse for deodorant was not part of the deal, thank you very much. Why were sporty types always so lacking in personal hygiene?

The important thing was to check Adrien’s reaction, of course. Leaning around Kim’s giant stature, trying to look inconspicuous, she watched as Adrien stared at her, frowning somewhat. Then his expression returned to neutral and he resumed his conversation with Nino.

Hmm… he didn’t look happy. But why? Chloé had been kind to Kim for once! Actually accepted his pitiable advances! Surely that had been nice of her, right? Then why was Adrikins not impressed? Were her best efforts still not good enough for him?

“So what now?” Kim asked her.

Ugh. Did he really expect her to just suddenly know what to do when he was the one who asked her out in the first place? All she wanted to do was tell him to go take a shower and avoid any physical exercise for the next forever. But of course, Adrien was still listening probably, and he wasn’t quite happy with her yet. She still had to be extra nice.

“Now I take you shopping for a new hoodie,” she decided. “Something much better than what you’re currently wearing. And we’ll buy you some proper deodorant while we’re at it. And perhaps some cologne, too.”

She snuck another glance at Adrien. He wasn’t even paying attention anymore! Nino had put those awful orange headphones on him and seemed to be playing some music. And now Adrien was smiling properly, his face lit up in a way that she had seen so many times recently – but never directed towards her.

Kim was saying something else now, probably something irrelevant, Chloé wasn’t listening. She cut him off halfway.

“Come on, let’s go now and get this over with. Don’t keep me waiting.”

She clicked her fingers and began walking out of the room. Kim quickly followed. Ah, good, he was still doing whatever she told him to. If she could just keep up that dynamic long enough for Adrien to take notice and appreciate her properly, then this might just be tolerable.

It wasn’t so bad at first. Kim was perfectly willing to carry Chloé’s shopping bags, just as Sabrina had always done. Hoodies looked awful and Chloé certainly wanted to buy Kim something a lot better – if he was going to be her “arm-candy” from now on then he might as well look good – but he had bluntly refused, no matter how much she tried to tell him how unfashionable hoodies were.

“But they’re comfy!”

Comfy, seriously. What was comfy was to not have people gawking at you over your disastrous fashion choices, knowing that when they watched you they were admiring you instead. But still, Kim was annoyingly stubborn, so Chloé just went with the best she could. A new hoodie that looked much better. And more importantly, being fresh and new, didn’t already have a sporty stench to it.

Next she made sure he bought some actual functioning deodorant so that she wouldn’t have the urge to throw up whenever near him for more than two minutes at a time. After that, some perfume (though she guessed he wouldn’t really use it, considering the type of person he was). And then, since they were already in the perfume department, she went on a bit of a spending spree herself. She had a much better taste in perfumes than the class’s resident perfume “expert” Rose, after all, so why not use it?

She might have got a tiny bit carried away. By the time she stopped shopping the stores were closing and Kim was starting to complain about having to get back and do homework. Of course – she’d forgotten that most of her classmates didn’t just get other people to do their homework for them. Poor souls. Why bother putting in the effort? Especially Kim, who was more of an athletic star anyway?

In any case, she had done a fantastic job of being nice today. Said yes to Kim, then taken him out shopping. See? Wasn’t she just such a good person? There was no way Adrien wouldn’t think so! And just to drive home how nice she was, time for some quite literal driving home. She ordered her limo to first drop Kim off at his house, before taking her to her hotel where she could finally take a long shower and relax.

Part of her had been preparing for the absolute worst when it came to saying goodbye to Kim at his doorstep, but she needn’t have worried. It seemed that lugging around her shopping bags all afternoon had zapped his energy, so he didn’t attempt any overly romantic parting adieu. Thank goodness. She might have just dumped him on the spot if he tried anything. That boy was too much of a hopeless romantic for his own good, and she could tell.

On the way back to the hotel she pulled out her phone and sent Adrien a message.

Just went shopping with my darling boyfriend! xxx

Ew, just typing out the word “boyfriend” gave her the creeps. Boys were certainly not her preferred romantic partners, even if she was hesitant to yet tell anyone that. But it was a necessary sacrifice for Adrien’s approval.

She refreshed her phone over and over as the limo carried on through the busy Parisian streets. It seemed that Adrien had read her message but just hadn’t replied yet. Why not? They were friends, right? Best friends! He had to reply to her! Why would he just leave her on read? There was no typing bubble, so surely he wasn’t even typing out some long reply. He was just… ignoring her? Maybe he didn’t know what to say? Maybe he didn’t think it was important enough to warrant a reply?

Good. Hope you had fun.

Aha, a reply!

But then again, it didn’t sound particularly friendly, did it? Oh, was Adrien never going to be satisfied? And supposedly Chloé was the mean one!

The next day at school was no picnic. Kim was wearing his new hoodie, sure, but the improvement to his appearance was minimal. As soon as Chloé entered, proudly flaunting the new perfume and bracelets she had bought for herself yesterday, he ran over and latched himself onto her arm.

Well… they were supposed to be a couple, after all. Chloé just gritted her teeth and dealt with it. At least Kim hadn’t yet done any exercise today, so there was no sweaty body odour to deal with for the moment. She should be thankful for that. And plus, Adrien was over there. Perhaps if he saw her bonding with her new boyfriend, he would finally believe her niceness.

The remainder of the day was just as unpleasant. Kim wanted to share his food with Chloé at lunch – some greasy sandwich, honestly! She would never be caught dead eating something so disgusting! Rather than outright dismissing him as she ordinarily would have done, she thanked him and took half of the sandwich, before turning and promptly stuffing it at the bottom of her bag to be dealt with later. She could always get Jean-whatever to clean that up later.

Catching Adrien alone near the end of the day, having practically run out of the classroom while Kim was still talking to Max about something, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the empty locker room.

“What do you want, Chlo?”

He was rubbing his forehead, sounding tired. Perhaps he was ill? Had a headache? In that case that would explain why he seemed so unenthusiastic about Chloé’s extra-nice behaviour recently. Poor thing must have been too sick to notice.

“Adrikins, what do you think of me?” she asked. There was no point wasting any time. They were best friends, she could ask him things like this outright. “Haven’t I been such a nice person lately?”

“Um, I guess?”

He wasn’t looking convinced. Time to pull out all the stops.

“Then why do you seem so disapproving? You like Kim, right? Surely you don’t object to me saying yes to him? Wasn’t that nice of me?”

Adrien frowned at her. “Did you only say yes to him because you thought it would impress me?”

“What? No!” Chloé was an excellent liar, of course. Her father, the mayor of Paris, hadn’t got as far as he had by telling the truth all the time.

“Well alright, if you say so…”

“I took him shopping yesterday! That new hoodie he’s wearing, did you see that? That was because of me! He looks far better now. I can’t have my boyfriend wearing ugly clothes.”

“Chloé, I really don’t have time for this.”

Adrien, on the other hand, was a pretty bad liar. She knew perfectly well he just wanted to get away from her. But why? They were friends! They had pinkie-promised to be best friends forever! She couldn’t imagine a world where they were apart!

But when he just sighed and pushed past her without another word, she began to think twice. Was her friendship with Adrien really breaking apart? Even after she was trying so hard?

Oh, never mind. Surely he would come around eventually. For now, she had to go find Kim again and force herself to be even nicer to him. A dinner date, perhaps? That wouldn’t be too unbearable, right? As long as she took him somewhere sufficiently fancy and made sure he didn’t order anything gross. Kim was a sappy fool, he would love something like that. And plus, he was a show-off. He would tell everyone how nice and amazing Chloé was being, and then Adrien would see.

Yes, that was a good idea! Feeling proud of her fantastic mind, Chloé began walking towards the exit of the locker room – only to feel someone grabbing her shoulder and turning her around rather more forcefully than she would have liked. She found herself staring right into the eyes of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“What do you think you’re playing at, Chloé?”

For a few seconds Chloé stood frozen on the spot. Marinette’s bright blue eyes seemed to be drilling right into her, as if trying to attack her.

It had been a while since Chloé and Marinette had last spoken. Now that Chloé was being nice, she simply refused to interact with her. Marinette had a habit of igniting the worst in Chloé – an angry, burning, passionate side. A side that she had decided to lock away for now.

And there was jealousy, too. That much couldn’t be hidden. Marinette was supposedly “nice” – everyone in the class seemed to think so, and especially Adrien. Marinette had everyone wrapped around her finger without even needing to try. She didn’t buy anyone expensive presents, she didn’t have to work to gain Adrien’s approval, and she certainly didn’t have to agree to dating a boy she didn’t love just to get everyone to take her kindness seriously!

Marinette was just perfect. She was everything Chloé tried to be, yet failed. Perfectly pretty, but without all the expensive maintenance effort. Perfectly smart, without needing to point out everyone else’s shortcomings to make her seem better in comparison. Perfectly popular, and without using money to win her way at all! How did she do it?

And now the girl herself was standing right in front of Chloé, glaring at her, one hand still clenched around the fabric of her jacket. Oh drat. Surely this could only mean an argument was coming. Chloé had made up her mind to avoid arguments from now on, but having Marinette in close proximity just did something to her.

“What’s wrong?” Chloé asked.

“You can cut the goody-two-shoes act,” Marinette snapped. “You might have fooled Adrien, but you haven’t fooled me. I know you’re just doing all this to make him happy. Not because you want to.”

“How do you know that?” Chloé retorted, before realizing her tone was rather snappier than it should be. More softly, she continued. “I’m trying to be nice because I want to show everyone that I’m a good person! You know, like you!”

Whoops. The last bit had been a slip of the tongue. Being civil to Marinette was something Chloé wanted to do, but blatantly calling her a good person? That might just have been a little too nice.

Marinette herself seemed surprised at that, though that look of fierce determination quickly returned. Chloé had never really bothered to observe Marinette properly during their previous clashes. Now, however, she allowed herself a moment to take it in. Marinette’s face seemed somewhat chubbier than usual when she was frowning so much. And the way her furrowed eyebrows caused her eyes to narrow… those were some rather well-done eyebrows, she had to admit.

“There’s more to being a good person than just sucking up to people,” Marinette said finally. She loosened her grip on Chloé’s jacket slightly. “And anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something else too. Kim.”

“Well what about him?”

Marinette clenched that fist again. The fabric of Chloé’s jacket moved slightly, brushing against her skin more delicately than it ought to have done. She found herself unexpectedly taking in a rather sharp breath.

“He’s my friend,” Marinette said. “And I don’t appreciate you playing with his heart like this.”

At the mention of the word “heart”, Chloé noticed her own beating rather speedily. Surely that couldn’t be the adrenaline rush of an oncoming argument, could it? She didn’t want to argue with Marinette. But this was how she always felt around her. It had been a while, and it felt unusual to feel it again.

Wait… what had Marinette said? Playing with Kim’s heart…

“What do you mean?” Chloé asked her.

“If you’re not actually into him then don’t string him along like this, you’ve already broken his heart enough times! Just leave him alone.”

Marinette had moved a little closer to make her point clearer, her face now very close. It was just making that adrenaline, arguing rush worse. Chloé did not want to argue! That was the last thing she wanted! Then why was her heart trying to convince her otherwise? Couldn’t it just slow down and beat normally, like a regular person?

She noticed that Marinette was staring at her expectantly. Why did those eyes always have to be so determined? So focused? Chloé gulped and tried to get her mind working again. The most important thing – no arguing. If she could be nice to Marinette, she could be nice to anyone.

“Of course I like Kim,” she said. “I didn’t want to turn the poor darling down again.”

“You actually like him? Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Chloé hoped Marinette would not find out that she was lying. That would just result in more arguments. As it was, Chloé’s heart was still picking up speed, and seemed to jump right into her throat when Marinette suddenly let go of her jacket.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll take your word for it. But if I find out that you’ve done anything bad to my friend Kim, anything bad at all, you won’t be let off so lightly.”

Perhaps Chloé would have been on the verge of arguing again, if her brain didn’t seem to be taking an unexplained spa break right now. Why was being so close to Marinette making her feel so odd? Sure, it always had done, but it had been a while and Chloé was such a different person now. Had nothing changed at all?

And as for Marinette, well… threatening Chloé into being nice to Kim (which she already was doing, of course!) did not seem nice, not one little bit. Yet Marinette was still considered one of the nicest members of the class without even trying. How? And how was she such close friends with Kim? Kim was such a troublemaker! He never had any problem being a jerk. So why did Marinette tolerate someone like him, and yet not Chloé?

“Stop staring at me like that,” Marinette said.

Chloé dropped her eyes quickly, her face feeling hot. Why had she been doing that?

Without another word, Marinette turned and left. Chloé tried to keep her eyes focused on the floor, but they drifted upwards until they were fixating on Marinette’s bouncy hair ribbons, getting further and further away, until they were through the door and out of sight.

Chloé let out a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding. Feeling oddly weak, she leaned back against the row of lockers and slid slowly to the floor. Her heart was still beating rapidly. Her palms were getting sweaty and she wiped them on her leggings, hoping her perfume would be enough to mask any possible smell.

What had that been about? She hadn’t even argued with Marinette. She hadn’t even wanted to. So then why was she still feeling so full of adrenaline? Like she just wanted so badly to do… well… something! But what?

#idk i just really like writing chloe (and pls ignore that it's 2.30 am) #miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #chlonette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #le chien kim #random stuff #hmm i need a writing tag... uhh let's see... #aish writes #there we go

[teenyweenynightghost]

u should do 16 with thomas 😏

you should do all of them with thomas because i'm in desperate need of thomas fics but that is an ask for another day

(Should i tag y’all in these?💀)

16. Would you pet my hair? X Thomas

“Y/NNNNNNN! WHERE IS MY HOODIE?”

Shit. I’ve been caught. Ok where could I put it? Uhhh-

“ARE YOU WEARING IT?”

Fuck. “UM NO BABY JUST UHH- CHECK THE LAUNDRY?”

Y/n heard her boyfriend’s steps slow down. Oh he knew exactly where it was.

“Good idea. Since when does the laundry basket look like my girlfriend?” He answered, a smirk forming on his face.

“The laundry basket is just so kissable in the hoodie.” Yeah, I saved it now.

Thomas chuckled wholeheartedly, his eyes creasing in that way that left Y/n love-struck. “I agree with you on that one, amore.” He mused, walking down the stairs, seeing Y/n on the couch.

His hoody extended way past her mid-thighs and hands, making her look like his own cute little mushroom.

“Ugh never take it off.” He commented, a grin spreading on his face that was soon replicated by Y/n’s. She spread out her arms, beckoning for him to come over as if she were a baby.

“Wow, you really are kissable.” He said, pressing soft pecks to Y/n’s neck. The girl giggled in glee as Thomas picked her up and flipped her around. Her legs were soon over his back, hanging on while he kept nibbling at her neck.

“Thom, please, it tickles!” She snorted, making both of them burst out laughing.

“Alright, alright. What movie did you want to watch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Not this again!” Thomas complained, the exact timeline of the night clear in his mind. It always happens! It’s a damn movie we’ll fall asleep anyway.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know!!”

Thomas puffed, pushing her up against the pillows and sitting down comfortably on her lap. “Alright then. I will be sleeping. Watch what you want.”

“You impatient baby.” Y/n sighed, shuffling a bit so that she would be sitting comfortably too.

As she started scrolling through the endless list of movies Netflix seemed to have, she felt Thomas’s slim fingers on her thigh. What’s he writing? She started paying more attention to the movements of his fingers.

A straight line formed. I, ok. A curved line. A coma, maybe? A deep V next, an E. I’ve? A line and two bubbles, another two combs, a zig zag. Been. I’ve been. Another slightly changed zig-zag, a comb, a flipped V and a line across it, another zig-zag, a line, zig-zag and a curved line with a straight edge. What the hell? Meaning?

Y/n’s heart sank. He was trying to tell her something. Oh god, she had overheard him talking on the phone with Damiano a few days ago about something expensive. A ring? Is that what it was? Was he gonna propose to her?

She continued following his signs. I’ve been meaning to contact you- what the hell are you writing? Confusion clouded her mind, brows furrowed together. About. He talked to her everyday? What would he contact her about, of all things?

I’ve been meaning to contact you about your car’s extended warranty.

“THOMAS RAGGI!” She yelled, shooting up from her seat. Thomas fell on the ground, cackling like a maniac and clutching onto his stomach for dear life.

“Oh god! I felt you tense up! You were so hopeful!” He let out in between cackles, choking on his laugh, tears already falling down his face.

Y/n was sitting cross-legged on the couch, giving him a death glare but secretly amused by the situation too. “Oh puppy, your cheeks are so red.” He whispered as he went back to cuddle her.

“Because of you, asshole!” She giggled as he blew a gust of cold wind against her legs. “Thomas!”

Picking her up, he jumped up a few times, earning what could only be described as blood curling screams, before he plopped against her on the pillows.

The sat like that for a few moments, taking in each other. How they smelled, the way their breathing was uneven…

“Hey Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“Will you pet my hair?” He asked softly, snuggling his face into her stomach- and well, his hoodie.

Y/n brought her hands to his silky locks and began untying any knots. It was pretty smooth so she decided to scrape her nails on his scalp. Thomas breathed out heavily at the feeling and nuzzled into her even more, just like a kitten.

It wasn’t long before he had drifted to sleep. Y/n leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead before letting herself doze off too, with Thomas tucked safely in her arms.

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#maneskin #måneskin #thomas raggi #maneskin fic #blurbs

[madmilkboi]

pls the “asking your bf to buy a nonexistent menstrual product” was so funny !!! if it’s not too much trouble can you do it with iwaizumi, tendou, & atsumu?

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━🧋⌒*. Asking your boyfriend to buy you a non-existent feminine product

summary: asking them to buy la pusé delight

genre: crack kinda, fluff, kinda suggestive lol

warning/s: curse words, mentions of vibrators (again lol) 🥶 Atsumu getting mad and buying you the true la pusé delight 😃👍🏼

a/n: here u goooo lol i had fun writing this

here's part 1 if u haven't read it yet :D

₍ ♡ ₎ atsumu, iwaizumi,tendou

• While you were scrolling through your phone watching tiktoks

• you came across a certain video where a girl asks her boyfriend to buy her a non-existent feminine product

• and of course you liked the idea

• so why not try it with your lovely boyfriend, Atsumu

• as atsumu was driving home a sudden call interrupted his focus on the road

• he clicked his tongue and answered it since his phone was connected to his car

• "and why did my sweet rose flower call me while I'm driving, hmm?" He asked

• "I'm having period pains" you answered making your voice as convincing as possible

• "okay and?" He joked, letting out a laugh

• "what do you need, baby?" He asked, worry was visible in his tone

• "can you buy me the 'la pusé delight'?" You held in your laugh

• "that sounds like a toy" he mumbled

• "but it's not...please buy it for me" you pleaded

• Atsumu sighed and answerwd a small ok

• he ended the call and immediately turned to the nearest store he could find

• he parked his car and went inside

• he walked to the feminine products aisle and looked for "la pusé delight"

• but to his dismay he couldn't find anything

• and so he asked a nearby employee

• "excuse me, do you have..." he paused embarrassed of the name of the product

• "how may i help you, sir?" She asked

• "do you have...la pusé delight?" He asked his voice getting smaller

• "la what sir?" The employee had a big smile on her face, Atsumu mentally punched himself

• "la pusé...delight" he muttered

• "I'm sorry sir" the employee held in her laugh "but we don't have that product" she smiled

• "do you think other stores have it?" He asked

• "i don't think that even exists sir" she answered

• "oh okay, thank you" he left the store slightly pissed

• he went inside his car letting out a loud sigh

• "so that's how it is huh" he lets out a devilish grin and went to a secluded area

• after buying something he immediately drove home

• "just wait till i get home" he mumbled looking at the paper bag on the passenger seat

• you paused the game on your phone after hearing a knock on the door

• you went downstairs and opened the door

• you smiled seeing him

• "here you go, baby" he gave you the bag and placed a kiss on your forehead

• "oh...you bought it" you muttered confused as to why the product existed

• "open it" he ordered

• you fished through the bag and grabbed it

• there revealed a pink vibrator

• "Atsumu what the fuck?" You looked at it, your eyebrows furrowed

• "the true la pusé delight!" He exclaimed

• mental note: never try on pranking atsumu

• "want to try it?" He winked

• "no, thank you" you gave it to him walking upstairs

• "i don't take no for an answer" he lifted you bridal style and carried you to the bedroom wearing a little smile

• hehe ;)

• you were on your phone while waiting for your husband, Iwaizumi

• And a friend of yours sent you a video with a message saying "you should do this with Iwa lol"

• You watched it and thought that a little prank wouldn't hurt, right?

• you looked at the store's door and saw him coming out with bags of groceries

• He placed the bags on the trunk and walked to the driver's seat, opening it

• "Darling, can you please go back and buy me la pusé delight?" You batted your eyelashes

• Knowing him, he's probably irritated that he needs to go back

• "and that's for?" He asked

• "My period, it hurts" you rubbed your stomach and gave him a pitiful look

• his gaze softened, he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you closer to him

• He placed a kiss on your forehead and told you to wait

• he went out of the car and walked back to the store

• He casually walked to the feminine products aisle and looked for la pusé delight

• but he couldn't find it, he slowly got irritated to the point where his eyes were narrowed and his breaths were getting heavier

• After a few more minutes of looking

• he gave up and went back to the car

• He closed the door with a loud thud

• "sorry" he sighed "i couldn't find it" he clicked his tongue, his breaths still heavy

• "Hajime, calm down" you held his hand

• "how can i calm down knowing you're in pain?" He asked, looking at you

• "It's a prank hehe" you looked at him, that was a dumb decision to tell him

• he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a smile

• he let out a laugh, an irritated laugh to be specific

• "Baby, darling, the love of my life" he started

• "You did this because?" He asked

• "a friend said so!" You exclaimed not wanting to give him the name of the friend

• "Who?" He asked

• "You'll probably drop kick him off the atmosphere if i tell you" you mumbled

• "it's oikawa isn't it?" He smiled and grabbed your phone, he dialed a number and after a few seconds the person that he was calling picked up

• "so how did it go? Y/n-chan?" Oikawa asked

• "I will throw a barbell to your head and punch you off the atmosp-"

• You grabbed your phone from him

• "it kinda worked but he's mad at you.." you glanced at him "and me probably" you mumbled

• "Anyways, don't bother on coming back to Japan if you want to live! Love you~ bye" you ended the call and looked at Iwaizumi with a big smile

• "i can never get mad at you, you know that" his lips formed a small grin

• "Now let's go back home" he started the car

• while driving you and him talked about ways on how to prank Oikawa when he comes back

• you pacing back and forth on the living room while holding your phone

• And your groupchat was blowing up full of texts

• you decided on reading all the texts they sent and discovered that everybody was pulling a prank on their boyfriends

• all of them were telling each other how it went, some went well while others didn't

• And they were all insisting that you should try it too since it was fun

• and since you were bored, why not?

• It's just a harmless prank, it won't hurt him

• as tendou was about to drive back home, his phone rung

• he smiled seeing the caller ID

• "Hello, sweetheart" he beamed

• "Hi...can you please buy me uhh..." you paused wanting to make it convincing as possible

• "What? Name it. I'll buy it for you"

• "La pusé delight" you told him

• "i know it sounds weird but it's for period pains"

• "It definitely sounds weird...it's like a name for a vibrator" he muttered

• "but i will buy it of course, you just wait there sweet heart!" He ended the call and drove to the nearest store he could find

• He exited his car and went inside

• he silently walked t9 the feminine products aisle and immediately looked for it

• he searched every nook and cranny but he couldn't find "la pusé delight"

• And so he left the store with a frown

• And as he was about to get in his car, a loud meow emitted from the back of his car

• he checked the back and saw a kitten, on the ground

• He picked it up and surprisingly the cat didn't show any signs of discomfort

• it didn't have a tag or anything so why not take it home?

• He bopped the kitten's nose and entered the car

• he took of his jacket and placed it on his lap for the kitten to sit on

• The whole drive the kitten was comfortable, it was calm and wasn't very much of a hyper cat

• he parked the car on the driveway and gently held the kitten to his chest covering it with his jacket

• He opened the door and saw you lying on the couch, focused on your phone

• you looked at the door and saw Satori holding his jacket really close to his chest

• You texted your friends first that tendou's here and would tell them whether the prank was successful or not

• "did you get it?" You asked

• "No but i have something much better" he smiled, showing the kitten hiding inside his jacket

• you smiled and opened your phone texting your friend's that you're boyfriend's the sweetest angel to ever walk on Earth

• "Where did you find it?" You asked, gently stroking the kitten's head

• "i found it outside, at the back of my car" he explained

• Finding him cute, you gave him a kiss on the cheek

• He let's out a cheeky smile and gave you a kiss back

• the whole night you and him were suggesting names for the kitten

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[botwstoriesandsuch]

hey Kip! I’m sending asks into different writer’s askboxes, inquiring about cool themes/development facts/stuff the author wants to share about their personal favorite work of their own. What’s yours? :)

Ok so this ask is old and when I first got it I was like “dang I don’t really have a lot to talk about, what should I talk about I could those revalink headcanons the Kip Cut that turned into a working fic uhh hmm maybe I’ll just make something new to talk about real quick” and then I did and now there is a 12+ chapter Revalink fic in my drafts and I’m gonna talk about that now, whoopsie doopsie [click "j" to skip]

aHEM, OK so allow me to break out the primary school white board because yeah, I have a lot of thoughts and the oxford comma has not yet made it’s home into my brain. oh and spoilers for paraphrase. for both all of Chapter one and future events in later chapters, but it’s really nothing you couldn’t surmise from the AO3 tags

so I really wanted to tell the story of Revali and Link learning and struggling to love again after the less-than-fortunate events of Botw, but I wanted a...how you say...fresher, approach on the subject? Like I know we always say that fanfic writers writing the same tropes and stories time and time again is good because we eat that shit up--but at the same time I had asian parenting as was told never to half ass anything ever, no matter what. So now I'm gay and extra and have depression maybe and oh would you look at that @motherhyrule has dropped a beautiful revalink prompt right into my lap

Great so now that we have, that, I shall take you on the step by step process on how to make a :sparkles: story. So step one is to spend at least five to eleven business days for your white board to dismantle your genre and themes and work them around your character arcs. Luckily I have prepared one ahead of time

s*breaks out those laser pointers that uni professors use* So let's start with defining genre. As define because I HATE you, fuck you. I want you to suffer and writhe on the ground, motherfucker. How dare you think that I would give you nothing but pure predictable fluff, fuck you and yours

is the set of expectations that your audience has when consuming a piece of media

And the great thing about fanfiction is that unlike movies or book where the genres are more vague like, "oh it's a noir mystery genre. so there's a crime, maybe a murder, and a detective and a criminal." or "oh it's a teen romance. so there's some white people and a morally questionable six-pack 18 year old love interest that will be painted as desirable for some reason" BUT with fanfiction HALF of the work out the window, because as soon as you see those #revalink #aro sidon #zelpha #revali is an idiot and #found family tags you already know what's up.

Now what's so great about genre and expectation? Well the fun thing about it is that

I will use it to fucking break you.

... ... ...

<3 For example! <3

In Chapter 1: Holes, you already expect there to be revalink, you already expect them to be soulmates with the soulmarks and there's angst and yadayada ya. Revali and Link have to match because thatttss what this is all about, this is about them! This is about cute, little soulmarks and romantic words!

But whoooopsie doopsie [disney channel laugh track plays] they DON'T match anymore! Link's got a different mark! The number one rule of this entire genre has been broken whoooooooooooooooops. *ba dum tiss*

You might notice with a lot of my writing that I do this a lot, this whole..."oop but there's one little thing that's different." TebaSaki sick fic? Ok cool, but what if Teba burns an irreplaceable relic of the Rito champion to fight a wizzrobe first to characterize why his dumbass clicks with Saki. Mipha deciding to persue Link? Ok what if she chases after a dragon to externalize this conflict as she pierces it's flesh for a scale. Link fighting a Lynel? Ok but what if it's actually a sidlink angst fic in disguise and it's also world building on how Link deals with the bloodmoon that erases all of his efforts which is sort of similar to how his existence was erased from Hyrule 100 years ago mwaahahaha! Ok now that I say this outloud I think I just have a pattern of using fight scenes to externalize character growth. I like fight scenes...anyways.

I think another great thing about the realm of fanfiction is that with the tagging system, I can basically use a chekhov's gun sort of deal, without doing any writing. You know I'm gonna use that gun marked "soulmates" but you don't know when I'm gonna shoot it, and you SURE as hell don't know how.

And huzzah! One of the main points of conflict both drives the tension between Revali and Link, solidifies the unique genre and setting of this world, while also creating a new mystery that will carry over for the next few chapters.

Is Revali right in that Link's rebirth makes him destined for someone new now? What will Link do with the information that his soulmark has changed? Why did it change? Did Revali's change as well? How does anything fucking work right now?

And sure, you might be able to tell where things will end with them, but you sure as fuck will not know how because I HATE you. Fuck you. I want you to suffer and writhe on the ground, motherfucker. How dare you think that I would give you nothing but pure predictable fluff. I am not your goddamn fairy godmother, I will do as I fucking please. You will suffer as you fucking deserve, fuck you and your little tiny--

/j

Oh! But you might have noticed on my little planning whiteboard thing that there was a little T-Chart! For Revali and Link! That's because the next important thing besides plot (and in a lot of cases, including this one, it's argued to be even MORE important than plot) is

~CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT~

[to the tune of that history of the world video on youtube]

So yes, it's a little T-Chart outlining their character views in relation to the themes. And the great thing about themes is that they're not something you can necessarily predict in the same way you can with the genre and plot.

But now see, I'm very lazy so I'm just gonna plagiarize @hyrule-kingdom-updates thingy [that you should read btw] because they said my point quite clear enough

Now I don't really need to care about those points about bond and relationships and being understood, because I'm dealing with already established canon characters. I'm not some NERD who dabbles with entire casts of ocs who even cares about ocs not me that's for sure ahaahahaahahahahahaahahahahahAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *cries in my orphaned WTTU fic* AHAHAHA*sobs*DONT FUCKING LOOK AT ME THAT WAY I SWEAR--

/j I love ocs

But the points I do wanna focus on is the idea that characters provide new perspectives on the theme, and that characters growth can be tracked based on their wants, lies, and needs.

So see, themes can be predicted the same as genre/plot because while you can have the same fanfic plots and tropes, theme will always vary!

Sometimes it's a journey of selfworth with Revali! Sometimes it's an exploration of trauma with Link. Sometimes it's about how you deal with the vulnerabilities of love with Mipha. Sometimes there's straight up NOOOO theme, and people just be fucking, and kissing, and baking, and having a good time. And that is totally fine too!

But I'm not a fucking coward.

I'm gonna weave in themes with my plot, because I fucking can.

I'm not a weakling like you.

Do you hear me, 2019 Kip? Do you hear me Demmers? Do you hear me Quill? I'm coming for your ass. You think you're so great, but I'm coming for you. Rest assured that your graves will be as deep as your sculptured pride--

Heeeere is that T-Chart again, plus more!

yyyyyYou might notice that Revali and Link are quite parallel, to paraphrase. Ayoooo, see what I did there? *dabs* I'm a genius. Anywho

They both start off the same way: 100 years ago they were in love and happy. Basically the equivalent of childish naivety. For the first time in their lives, life is whimsical and charming, and they make each other happy. In fact, it's almost a flaw with how they perceive this happiness. But don't worry! It doesn't last long!

You know what happens.

I think the chart is pretty self explanatory. Revali builds walls fast enough to give a republican a wet dream. Meanwhile Link makes every aromantic in the chat groan with his doubled down sentiments in the idea that his chances of being truly happy again are gone.

Now, I can't exactly describe the full on process of the inbetweens, and where Revali and Link are gonna go from here, because...you have to read it for yourself! Heehee...but something I did think was fun was how these character views on the themes are revealed. Because you'll notice that, I never give exposition. Ever.

Ok well, let me rephrase that. I never give exposition scenes. I will never give you a big LOTR fancy wizard scene explaining the ins and outs of a character's question or the world's magic or whatever. I'm a very impatient Kip, and I value efficiency. Nonono, it's all about multi tasking, baby!

Chapter 1: Holes is divided into three parts.

Post 100 Years - Medoh (Establishes Ghost Rev/Bonk Head Link's view)

100 Years Ago - Flight Range (Establishes old Revalink views)

Post 100 years - Mark (Develops Ghost Rev/Bonk Head Link's view in contrast to who they once were)

I think the way that you structure flashbacks is incredible vital, as it's a very quick way to characterize people without having them say stuff like "I used to be like you, until I took an arrow to the knee" or whatever.

And with the main structure of the chapters and the fic as a whole is focus on their characters, that means I can hide whatever other stuff I want in those scenes, becuase you're too busy absorbing the fun character stuff to realizing I'm giving you boring exposition. Like for example:

Post 100 Years - Medoh and Mark

Foreshadowing for the end of the fic

Set up connection to Medoh with Revali

Link has defeated Windblight

Link has been visiting Revali every night for the past few days

Link has already met Kass and presumably Teba

Link doesn't have the Mastersword

Revali's Gale is still an ability that needs master and practice on Link's end

And that's just some of the stuff.

And see, the only reason I can efficiently give all of this information regarding character, and even exposition, is because of the theme. The themes make everything relevant, and everything circles and encompasses one another, so there's absolutely no wasted space. I mean don't even get me started on how it's gonna be to characterize the other characters around this

I don't wanna talk about the other characters too much either because that's spoilers, but you can probably take a gandar based on my notes.

And oh my god this is just on the theme of the faults that come with "soulmates" and "true love" and all that, and how even magical destined relationships still require work and effort, and that no one thing or person solves all your problems. And that's not even TOUCHING the shit on trauma and scars. I didn't think it was even possible for me to talk about botw without touching on that, ha. Ah well, I've been talking for too long.

Revalink has a lot o' writing potential so das pretty cool yeah, I am excite

#revalink #paraphrase revalink #writing

[dreamingofyouthemanyone]

Hello 💞💞💞💞 Tis I again. Hmm, how about celebrating finishing finals with Kai? ILY 🦝💞

AAAAAANOOOOON!!!! (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ Classes are gonna start again for me this week and (٭°̧̧̧ω°̧̧̧٭) ueue, I want break time to come back again. I’ll just cope with writing this mtfcker

Featuring: Kai of the Sorcery Guild

Type: One-Shot

Warning: Pre-Game Launch Character Assumptions

Extra Tag: Modern AU

It had taken a grueling amount of your soul to finally have you here—seated upon a chair, the bright glow from your laptop casting a harsh light upon your face, and just within reach of ending your torment.

You take a moment to survey your work, lips pressed together as you try your hardest to spot any inconsistency that your professor would not appreciate. However, next to your laptop, your phone makes itself reminded of when it releases a brief ping!

You drag your gaze to your phone, immediately recognizing the contact.

When you look back at your laptop, you can see your smiling face reflected in the screen and you purse your lips harder in spite of the upturned quirks at the corners.

Let’s get this over with, is your only thought as you bring the cursor to the dark green box with [S U B M I T] emblazoned upon it and, sighing, finally press click.

You wait until the webpage finishes loading, confirming your submission, and you don’t waste a second longer. Pushing your laptop shut with one hand, you pick up your phone with the other and unlock it with a swipe.

U done yet? is the first thing Kai sent you, followed by a bubble of text that states Message deleted in a sad grey, then finally a, Want to celebrate and get something to eat?

Though the deleted message does make you curious, your thoughts are more preoccupied with the fondness that wells up in you like a bright pink cloud.

Immediately, your thumb finds the call icon and you grin secretively to yourself, imagining his caught-off guard expression to it.

It takes around eight rings until your call is answered, and what greets you is a voice much huskier than what you’d expect.

“What’s up?” Kai answers, sounding as if he’d just gone through a marathon, which is impossible, because the both of you just took the same exam. There’s a strange sound going on in his background that, when you press your phone against your ear, you identify as rain…

No.

Wait.

Your eyes widen when you realize that is definitely not rain. Or, well, kind of, but not the point.

It’s a shower going off, the rapid pitter-patter of drops echoing in a closed space, and oh shit, oh fuck.

Kai must have been in the shower. Kai should have been in the shower, but you and your horrible brain had decided to call him.

“Uhh.” Your horrible, horrible brain is running a mile a minute as you try your best to get those words pumping OUT. “Yeah. Sure, meet you at the same place?” Genius. You internally pat yourself on the back, hoping that your words didn’t come out cracked.

There’s the sound of rustling in the background, and you squeeze your eyes shut because holy shit, you do not need thoughts of Kai in a towel right now.

“For lunch?” Kai eventually responds, and it takes you a while to realize that he’s clarifying what place you’re talking about. You stop your mental patting.

“Yeah!” Is all you can really say right now.

“Your treat?”

“Yeah!” You eagerly confirm.

Wait.

Wait one fucking second.

“NO!” You exclaim into your phone, your earlier embarrassment turning into one of indignation. “I’m not treating you again! You sucked my entire wallet dry the last time,” you bemoan, clenching your fist at the memories that float by in your head.

There’s an odd crackling sound that goes through the line, and you easily recognize as him trying to hide his chuckles.

“But you already said yes~” He drawls out into a sing-song note.

“Yes to treating you with my presence,” you shoot back.

Kai hums long and deliberately drawn out, before he sighs playfully, “Fine…Just give me a few, I’m taking a shower.”

And the way he says it so casually makes you bring a hand up to your forehead, pushing away any of your creative brain cells back like they’re a pack of hyenas.

“Yeah, yeah,” You wave off. “I’ll go and get us a table. Bye.” You wait until he bids you goodbye back before ending the call.

You press your phone against your chest, staring at the wall for a few moments to get your bearings together.

Get a friend like Kai, a voice in your head snorts. He can help with studying. He’s a fun guy. No way he’ll be a distraction.

How wrong that voice in your head is.

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( Dont worry, ull pass the exam. It’s u. It was tough but u worked hard for it )

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#dreamingofhim #yumekuro #kai #ohmygodi wrote this longer than i intended #but i feel like i just had water after decades #bless kai

[dreamerhideout]

enhypen genshin impact!au hcs

characters: enhypen

word count: ~200 words each

warnings: mentions of alcohol for jay’s part, lore inaccuracies (i haven’t caught up on dragonspine event lore yet), spoilers for mondstadt + liyue main quest

a/n: i’m supposed to be working on something else but this brainrot got to me first... anyways, i’m assigning their visions + weapons based off a few fan theories i’ve read~ please enjoy my word dump! :D

more under the cut!

jungwon

okay so we’re starting off with our leader! hmm... i’d say that he has a geo vision

why? idk, i’m half sure it’s based off how calm and composed he is; i do kinda think jungwon is a picture of maturity and elegance (he literally has to take care of six children wdym)

it was kinda hard for me to choose a weapon because i kept going back-and-forth from sword to polearm, but my final pick for him would be polearm

yes this would mean that he is zhongli

a polearm would probably suit him because i see him as the kind to want some kind of control over his weapon (not saying he can’t control a sword). at the same time i feel like he’d want something lightweight which won’t bring him down

i think he’d work with the knights of favonius. working with the liyue qixing could also work for him, but considering the tension between the adepti and the qixing + the social climate of liyue makes me think that he’d want somewhere more calm

acting grandmaster jungwon? i’m down for it

spends time near the mondstadt church; he likes the peace and quiet of it

heeseung

from the get-go i knew he’d have a hydro vision

this one theory i’ve read says that hydro vision users have a strong sense of morality and justice (i guess i also interpreted it as balance) and heeseung seems like the kind of person who does

for weapon, i think he’d prefer to use a sword. we see that he’s good in a lot of areas when it comes to being an idol, so he’d perhaps want that versatility in the weapon he uses as well

hello xingqiu (wait i kinda think this fits)

i don’t see him particularly associating himself to any organization, so i think he’d simply be a wanderer. he goes from country to country as a vagabond, battling monsters along the way in order to perfect his skills

at the same time, i also see him making a lot of friends and having a bunch of connections from just about any corner of the land (more to acquaintances i suppose? heeseung doesn’t seem like the kind to let people in very quickly)

is probably very curious on elemental reactions and might be studious in a way; he would want to learn alchemy

likes stopping by mondstadt’s library when he needs to look up on something. probably keeps in contact with alchemists too

jay

oh man this is going to probably be very stereotypical

pyro vision, hands down. i was considering an electro vision for him at first but the amount of passion he has in doing the things he loves (primarily hip-hop) screams pyro to me

he would also have a claymore because let’s be real, he’d want something to get the job done quick; claymores are literally the weapon that causes the most damage

yeah he’d be diluc. or xinyan. whatever your pick is

bonks monsters for fun, fight me on this

association... i think he’d be a part of the adventurer’s guild. he strikes me as the kind of person who’d want some kind of reward for something he does for fun (in this case, mora. and a bunch of other items you can get from katheryne once you complete your daily commissions)

this is probably how he meets all his friends. if he wasn’t a part of any association, i don’t think he’d have many (not saying that he’s unable to make friends, he’d choose not to unless necessary)

strives to be a well-known adventurer, probably takes up more commissions than the average one

likes spending time in places with good ambience, food, and booze. probably is a regular at angel’s share and liyue’s street food stalls on days he comes to town

jake

i think he’d have an electro vision. it’s something about the way he fiercely cares for other people that makes me think that this suits him best

okay hear me out but i think he’d be amazing with a bow and arrow. he seems to have the tenacity and upper body strength for it, and i don’t think he’d particularly want something that could do a quick kill, like a sword or claymore per se

uhh... yeah he’d be fischl, i suppose. idk this realization was a bit weird to me but it doesn’t seem so far off from happening

sometimes uses his skills to shoot at fruit from trees; it’s a pretty good party trick

association-wise i don’t think he’d wanna join any, tbh. he’d be an “everyone’s friend” kinda guy. unlike heeseung who’d have acquaintances from all around, jake would generally want to befriend different kinds of people (helps around wangshu inn sometimes because of this)

still though, i think he hangs with members of the adventurer’s guild a lot

don’t be surprised if you catch him befriending a member of the fatui-

i also see him really immersing himself in the culture of each country he visits

he’s the guy who pets all the animals, especially the dogs

also seems like the kind to purchase or collect raw meat just to give to the stray animals he meets on his travels

sunghoon

oh boy am i excited for this one

okay so i know this is stereotypical but... cryo vision. honestly, having a geo vision would also be possible but remember that one time childe said something around the lines of the goddess of cryo having such a warm heart and she loved so much to the point it froze? yeah i think i’m basing him off the tsaritsa-

weapon would be a sword. i considered choosing a polearm for him but i think he’d want something slightly heavier that would get the job done, but not necessarily a claymore. do i think he has the capacity to use a claymore if he wanted to, though? sure why not

hello kaeya (or qiqi, if you’d wish)

okay okay this is where it gets fun... imagine sunghoon as a member of the fatui

mmm villain!sunghoon we love to see it

he’d honestly probably be on the road to becoming a harbinger? like, we see how he works very hard at ice skating and idol training, who’s to say that he won’t climb up the ranks real quick?

yes jakehoon brotp agenda is still on so they would be friends (though honestly their friendship is kinda uncanny)

when i thought of stuff to write for him i kinda think that he’d like liyue a lot; the tradition and order feel like home to him. this also fits lore because there’s more fatui appearances in liyue compared to mondstadt

also seems like the kind to wander around the city when things start to calm down for the day; if he’s not being tasked on a mission, he sometimes likes to head out to huaguang stone forest

sunoo

sunshine baby

okay i think he’d have an anemo vision (and this is not because he reminds me of venti). there was another theory that said that anemo vision-holders are hard workers who sometimes don’t give themselves enough rest, and sunoo seems to make the cut. he’s crazy hardworking at things he know he’s lacking at and strives to improve

i think he’d have a catalyst (yes!! we need male catalyst characters!!); i can see him absolutely fascinated by the way catalysts work like... “there’s no solid object engineering the attacks so... what is that? it seems so cool!” 

so yeah he’d be sucrose, hello

i also think he’d want to be a part of the adventurer’s guild! it keeps him busy plus he likes helping people :D

would then be introduced to jay (and possibly jake) when he’s assigned to do a commission with him. honestly he’d prefer doing commissions with others rather than doing them alone

has a hard time killing monsters because he finds them cute (especially slimes). i think he’d also empathize with hilichurls to a degree

i see him residing in mondstadt most of the time; he’d also like talking to the locals a lot (has a high rep because of this)

loves trying out local cuisine, some of his favorite dishes include sweet madame and zhongyuan chop suey!

ni-ki

oh i’m also kinda excited for his too

so i initially thought he’d have a pyro vision, but after some time i figured he’d have an electro vision instead. i think it’s this weird sentiment i feel that he’d protect his passions with his life (in this case, dancing; he’s literally inseparable from it), so there’s that

totally looks like the kind to have a polearm. he definitely would want something lightweight that he could lowkey flex with

sadly he doesn’t have a genshin character twin yet :(

would also not have any affiliation whatsoever; he just traverses the land like the free spirit he is

occasionally would tag along with some adventurer’s guild members, but doesn’t like the idea of people telling him what to do; he creates his own adventures instead

am i the only one here who thinks that he’d honestly run really fast here (hehe speedy boi)

he’d love dashing through mondstadt’s plains (particularly springvale), sometimes slashing monsters left and right (he likes liyue’s scenery but the terrain is way too mountainous for him)

one thing he does like about liyue though is playing with the kids in the harbor. he’d get them toys with the extra mora he receives when helping people (big brother ni-ki agenda hmm)

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypenwriters #yang jungwon #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #enhypen jungwon #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen ni-ki #jay park #jake sim

[curiosity-killed]

ty @gusu-emilu for the tag :D

Fic Writer Interview Game

tagging: @veliseraptor @givemeunicorns @apaladinagain @demenior @lookforanewangle @vyther15

name: Curio/Ellie

fandoms: currently mostly TGCF, MDZS/CQL

two-shots: hmm I think I only have the one so far which is the combo of to be touched by you + sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

most popular multi-chapter fic: a bow for the bad decisions...to my mild chagrin

actual worst part of writing: every time I write a long fic, I get 60-75% of the way through and then abruptly realize oh hey! i have to figure out how this story ends!! and i Hate it

how you choose your titles: as you know if you've read my fics, looot of poetry lol other than that song lyrics & some just come with titles (whipstitch, this life i give to you, among others)

do you outline?: technically!! but we would all be better off ignoring that considering my outlines look like this:

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?: oh lord. uh lets see: the progression of touch in hualian's relationship; fix-it AU sequel to "i have watched you down the mountain" that focuses on lan xichen and lan wangji's relationship; one-shot follow-up to whipstitch focusing on lxc and wwx; hualian pygmalion au :'); evidence of a lost past (hualian dance au) as a full long fic

spicy tangential opinion: uhh oh! it's the reader's responsibility to read tags and warnings and make their own decision on whether or not something is appropriate for them to read and if they go ahead and read it, it is also their responsibility manage their emotions and if need be, close out. Getting mad at writers in their comments for writing something you don't like or which upsets you (when it was appropriately tagged) is immature, inappropriate, and entirely out of line. Also 10000% more likely to make me personally come write more of what you don't like out of pure, concentrated spite.

callouts @ me: a) proofread! for the love of god i am begging you. b) post at normal times??? c) not all fics need to be a million words! go back to writing 2-3k one-shots pls pls pls

best writing traits: uh I think descriptions? that seems to be what gets pointed out most often. also maybe getting in characters' heads?? ppl seem to like my character studies which are basically...focused...on that... so ??

#long post #tag meme #fic writer interview

[eyayah-oya]

Hope Will Sustain Us, My Darling

Cloneship Week | Day 3 - Wings - @cloneshipweek

Tup/Wooley/Comet

Rating: G

Warnings: they are so cute you’ll get sick, uhh very minor mentioned injury

Ao3 link

           The planet they were on was warm, with yellow and red flora, and a deep blue sky.  Fluffy looking clouds gathered in the distance, though Dogma assured Tup that it wouldn’t rain.  That was definitely a good thing because the storms on this planet were rumored to be very dangerous, the winds strong enough to pick people up and fling them high into the sky.  Predators prowled the grasslands, lying in wait for unsuspecting victims to bite and paralyze.  Even the bugs could be dangerous, since the glowing, flying bugs would explode if they were swatted or touched.

           Despite the dangers, Tup still thought it was beautiful. Especially with the sun beginning to set.  A red dwarf turned the sky various shades of fiery orange and golden yellow, the rays reaching out and dusting the clouds with traces of pink and purple.  Two years ago, Tup would never have been able to describe the peace and beauty of the evening on this random planet, nor would he have believed that any environment could be anything but cold, dark, and rainy.

           Tup had never been so glad to be wrong before.

           “Look,” Wooley pointed, his voice soft to preserve the calm that had settled over the three battalions stationed there.  Off in the distance, the strange herbivores came out of hiding, their long forelegs reaching down to grab grass and stuff it in their mouths.  General Kenobi had gone off on an adventure earlier in the day to study them, Commander Cody growling and complaining by his side the whole way.

           “Did anyone manage to get the holovid of the Commander chasing one of those after it stole his bucket?” Tup wondered out loud.

           Wooley snorted.  “I’ve already got it saved in as many places as I could.  And Commander Wolffe and Commander Ponds owe me a favor for sending it to them.”

           Tup stretched his arms and then his wings behind him, wincing slightly at the twinge of pain.  He’d sprained his left wing in the battle the day before and was supposed to take it easy until it was completely healed.  Unfortunately, that meant he couldn’t fly up to join Comet among the clouds. His other boyfriend, however, had elected to stay firmly planted on the ground by Tup’s side, and Tup couldn’t help but melt at the thoughtfulness.

Wooley must have noticed his flinch, as soon, he was wrapped up in the ARC’s arms and cuddled against his chest.  His wings curled around them both, protecting them from the slight breeze and keeping their warmth inside the small cocoon they’d made.  It was soothing, and Tup gladly leaned against Wooley.  He laced their fingers together and squeezed lightly.

           “Ten credits says Comet ends up injuring himself,” Wooley says with a smirk as he adjusted to better support Tup’s weight.

           Tup tore his gaze away from the distant herbivores to watch the various clone troopers flying high up in the sky, playing tag or holding competitions for who could do the best aerial stunts.  Delighted shrieks and laughter would float down to those who remained on the ground on occasion, bringing smiles to all who heard.

           Comet made a particularly daring move, stealing Jesse’s helmet from right off his belt and speeding back towards Sinker and Boost. The chase was on.  Tup watched as the Wolfpack played keep-away against the 501st brothers, with the 212th switching sides randomly to add to the chaos.

           “You’re on,” Tup decided.  He had faith in their boyfriend and figured Sinker and Boost would likely prevent Comet from getting injured.

           They both watched avidly as the scarlets and purples of the sunset painted the armor and wings of their vod’e, turning them from average clone troopers into works of art.  Tup wished that holos were able to truly capture everything he was seeing. He would love to hold this moment in time, with all the colors and sounds, the feel of Wooley’s arms and wings wrapped comfortably around him, and the serenity of the planet in his heart for the rest of his life.

           “Hey Wooley?”

           “Hmm?”

           “Do you ever think about what will happen to us after the war is over?” Tup asked as he leaned his head against Wooley’s shoulder.

           They sat silently for several long minutes while Wooley thought his question over.  “I guess I have,” he said eventually.  “Not really consciously in a this-is-what-I-want-to-do-with-my-life way, but there are things that I fight for, that I hold onto.”

           Tup hummed thoughtfully.  “What kind of things?”

           “For a while, it was fighting to make Commander Cody and the General proud of me.  To not let them down, no matter what.  When I met Comet, I decided to fight so I could always come back to him.  Now, I fight for both of you and the life we could build together once the war is over.”  Wooley pressed a soft kiss to Tup’s temple, and he could feel his boyfriend smiling against his skin.  “Before, I fought for duty, but now, I guess, I’m fighting this war for hope.”

           “That’s a good thing to fight for,” Tup said.  “I want a house with a big yard and lots of plants and trees around.  We’ll have an office where you can actually write down all the stories you tell and a garage for me so I can tinker without getting anything dirty.  Comet can have a really big kitchen so he can experiment with cooking and baking all he likes.  We’d probably have so many guest rooms and we’d definitely need an enormous cooler.  We’d have Rex, Commander Wolffe, and General Kenobi trying to give us more food all the time.  All our vod’e would live nearby and we’d have big parties and bonfires, just like we do after good battles.  Probably have a bunch of ad’e running around, too.”

           “I like the sound of that,” Wooley murmured.

           Comet whizzed past them, flying as low as he dared and tossing a wink their way before speeding back up to the clouds, Fives right behind him and shouting curses.

           Yes, that was the perfect future.

#clone/clone #tup/wooley/comet #clone trooper tup #clone trooper wooley #clone trooper comet #sweet babies don't know how to be angsty #only fluff #seriously #they caught the feels #cloneshipweek2021 #day 3 | wings #cloneshipping

[yonymii]

begin again

a/n; this is p old but I needed to put content out since I've not been writing lmao,, I should probably do that

genre; fluff, friends to lovers,

warnings; cursing, she/her pronouns used for y/n <3

wordcount; 1.7k

Tendo had no idea how he’d gotten into a class with no one from the volleyball team this year. Not even one of his friends was in the room; the redhead sighed loudly as he swiveled in his chair, doing a full 360° spin to take in his new and unfamiliar surroundings.

Despite having been at Shiratorizawa High for a year already, the idea of him being in his second year was completely foreign, his brain short-circuiting when he realised he was a teenager now, not a child running around the park and tripping over his scooter with his neighbor anymore.

It was painful just to think about that anymore.

y/n had left without a word, their house full of life one day, the enticing smell of pork dumplings and her mother’s ramen wafting out of the open kitchen window, and empty the next, removals vans taking away the family’s belonging to god knows where.

He’d cried that night, after his mom and dad had kissed his forehead goodnight and he’d gone upstairs to his room, switching on the fairy lights that lined his walls and turning off the main ones, his speaker playing a random playlist he found on Spotify a few minutes prior.

That had been four years ago. Tendo decided to stop thinking about y/n, the way her hair used to fly out behind her head as she chased him, her eyes sparkling and skin glowing in the late afternoon sun; lips stretched into a huge grin showing her mismatched middle school teeth. 

“Goodmorning, second years! I’m Mr. Date, your Japanese Literature teacher for the rest of the year. Please take out your things, we’ll begin our first lesson of the year now.”

Tendo’s teacher stood by the blackboard, writing out his name and their class number in the corner for the students to copy out onto the front of their textbooks, the chalk crumbling under the pressure and coating his fingers with white dust.

“Okay everyone. Now we’ve gotten that over and done with, I'll go over my rules. Please pay attention!” the teenagers nodded, Tendo scribbling on a scrap piece of paper loudly. Mr Date only looked at him funnily before going back to reciting his class rules.

“Eating is prohibited in my classroom, and, as i’m sure you’re all aware, everywhere else in the school except from your dorms and the lunch hall,” he paused and a kid with a brown mullet spoke. He had his feet up on the desk and his tie was loose, shirt untucked. “What about hallways, sir?”

Their teacher shook his head, “not in hallways, either. Take your feet off of the table and tuck your shirt in, please.” the kid grumbled about his appearance not mattering but proceeded to do as he was told, sitting back in his chair once more.

“Okay! My last point for you all is that I absolutely HATE it when anyone is late, so-” at that moment, the door burst open with a tremendous force, slamming against the board and startling Mr Date so much he dropped the chalk in his hand. Tendo’s eyes lazily wandered to the figure standing in the doorway. Their leg was at a 90° angle, foot flexed from having to kick the door open, and on their face was a triumphant smirk. 

“That was a good one. I waited till you got to that part of your rules before you came in sir, did you like it?” the teacher blinked, cheeks going pink from anger. The girl put her foot down, smoothing over her skirt and loosening her tie to unbutton the top button of her blouse. She stalked over to the empty seat at the back, on the way there stating her name. 

“y/n l/n. I just joined this year. Got lost so i was only here five minutes ago.” she mused, slumping backwards and pulling out a new textbook, writing down her details and pushing it to the top left corner of her desk. Tendo looked her up and down, recognising her from somewhere, but it was early, and he couldn’t quite recall it until all the cogs in his brain finally clicked.

“y/n l/n. I just joined this year.”

She just had to show up just when he’d stopped thinking about her. 

There was just one thing though; she was being an absolute dickhead. This wasn’t how he remembered the sweet, kind, thoughtful y/n from elementary school. She’d never have openly defied a teacher or been late to a class. 

But people change. He had to remind himself. God, he’d changed. Not just her.

“Meet me after class, Miss l/n.” a few of tendo’s classmates snickered behind their hands, turning to their friends to grin. y/n seemed totally indifferent though, as if what she’d done was the most normal thing in the world.

The rest of Mr Date’s class was just him analysing a famous piece of writing with the class to assess their skills. y/n, he noticed, only got two out of the five questions he asked correct, but the redheaded boy supposed two was better than none at all; he also noticed she had her airpods in for the whole lesson, hair concealing the white earbuds from their teacher’s view.

After class, Tendo decided to wait outside for her before heading to lunch to see the rest of the team. He heard his teacher raise his voice from behind the closed door, shouting at her for humiliating him. There was no reply, then a few more words from Mr Date, and y/n came strolling out of the classroom, turning the corner and bumping into his chest.

“y/n?” he spoke, voice hushed in case he startled her or drew unwanted attention. She raised her head, their eyes meeting for the first time in years and her gorgeous orbs widened in recognition, her breath hitching before she reached up to poke his cheek.

Tendo giggled at the gesture, and y/n smiled genuinely, pink lips curling upwards at his familiar features, all red hair and crimson eyes, “hi tendo!” she chirped, raising herself up onto her tiptoes so they could speak at eye-level.

The redhead cupped her cheek delicately, taking in her new appearance and personality. Of course, just as he’d assumed, the persona she’d used in class was just a veil, easily pulled away by the people she trusts; underneath it all was the same friendly girl he’d known all his life, full of joy and energy, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet expectedly.

Maybe she hadn’t changed too much after all.

A blush had spread across Tendo’s face, creeping up his neck, the familiar warmth caressing his cheeks and highlighting his bone structure. The yellowing hallways lights were dim, the few windows offering little light in this section of the school. He felt his throat tighten involuntarily when he remembered how she’d left him all those years ago.

He saw her eyes getting teary as they walked to the yard at the back of the campus that no one really used anymore since the sun didn’t reach the area. Y/n found the pair a spot of ground just within the reaches of the golden rays, a soft smile adorning her features as she sat cross legged, patting the concrete beside her to beckon Tendo over.

He obliged, crouching down and then stretching his feet out in front of him. The tape on his fingers had started to peel in the heat and he picked nervously at the edges, biting his lip nervously as he heard y/n’s voice break the silence.

“Uhm.. how have you been, Ten?”

It was like honey, soft and inviting, whispered and carried away on the breeze that brushed their knees and ruffled their hair. The girl set her blazer down on a clean spot of the ground, careful not to get it too dirty on her first day.

“Honestly? Pretty fucking shit.” Her heart sunk at his words and Tendo barely heard the ‘I’m sorry,’ that tumbled out of her lips quicker than it should have. Y/n knew it was her fault for leaving him, but she didn’t have a choice? How do you when your father is killed in an accident overseas? When your family’s source of money fades from your life?

“I should’ve told you, it was an ass move and i swear Ten, there hasn’t been a day where i haven’t regretted not saying anything,” y/n sucked in a shaky breath, “but in my middle school brain, i figured it would have hurt more if you knew. That’s all.”

Tendo nodded, knuckles grazing over the back of her hand gently. “Why did you leave, though? What was the point?”

“Dad, uhh.. Remember he went to South Korea on a business trip that week?” the redhead hummed, remembering the solemn look on the girl’s face when she’d walked into class after her dad had left.

“Yeah. Is he okay? Did he leave you?”

y/n’s gaze was fixated on the floor, lips trembling but her voice came out, albeit quietly, “he was in an accident and passed away in his car a few days before we left. I- i didn’t know. Mom didn’t tell me till we got there.”

Tendo was silent. The wind whistled through the drainage pipes and picked up y/n’s hair, the strands tangling together and catching in her eyelashes. He decided not to speak, just pulling her into his chest was enough to let her know that he was there. 

“y/n?” he said after a good twenty minutes of holding her. She hummed, head on his chest and eyes closed, breaths fanning out across his white shirt. “Can we, uhh… get to know each other again?”

He felt her lips curl upwards, the image of her nose scrunching up as she did so being pulled to the forefront of his mind. Tendo felt the girl nod, and he smiled with her, leaning down to nestle his face into her hair, humming a tune which she recognised as the strange little thing he sang at volleyball matches.

“Ten?”

“Hmm?” his eyelids fluttered closed at the sound of her voice.

“Let’s begin again, okay?”

tags; @thegreatk1ng @wissaaltje @gigis-galaxy @kekozume

#tendo satori #haikyuu tendou #tendou fluff #tendou angst #tendou imagine #tendou satori #satori tendo x reader #reader insert #tendo x reader #tendo x you #tendo x y/n #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #tendou x reader #tendou fanfiction #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu #haikyuu writing #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #selene's writing #anime fanfiction #🌙writing #🌙work

[flowerpowell]

The Royal Holiday Romance

PART TWO

A/N: I think I forgot how to write lol. This is my attempt at fluff. I’m not sure if I’ll fit the story I planned in two more chapters, but it’ll definitely be mini series. Still fluffy, still Christmassy and still veryyy Hallmarky. I hope you’ll like it! Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Rating: G

Tagging: @twinkleallnight @kingliam-rys @sfb123 @gkittylove99 @texaskitten30 @iaminlovewithtrr @gardeningourmet @delightfullypinkglitter @lodberg @kingliam2019 @queen-arabella-of-cordonia​ 

Victoria looked at the scenery in front of her. She tried to focus on the beauty of nature but she was distracted by something. 

Someone. 

She felt Liam’s eyes on her as if awaiting her reaction. After talking for a little bit more, Liam insisted on taking her to his favorite spot in the forest. It was a little cave, completely covered by mud, now though, completely covered with snow. The cave was surrounded by trees and Liam told her that not many people knew about the cave since it wasn’t visible thanks to the trees around.

“It’s like a fairytale,” she finally said, still aware of Liam’s presence. “Like a forest straight from the Grimms’ fairytales.”

Liam chuckled. “As far as I’m concerned, forests in their stories weren’t exactly safe or beautiful.”

Victoria turned to face him, the corners of her lips slightly raised. “True, but I’ve always found them magical. Just like the fairytales themselves.”

“Ah, yes. The fairy godmother and everything.”

“Actually, no.” Victoria shook her head. “There was no fairy godmother in the original. It’s Hollywood’s creation. In the original, there’s mother cutting their daughters’ feet so the shoe would fit instead.”

Liam’s eyes widened.

“I suppose that’s one less fairytale I’d read to my children,” he chuckled. “I had no idea.”

“Yeah, I read the original fairytales and wasn’t impressed with how Hollywood adapted them. Did you know that in the original Little Mermaid by Andersen, Little Mermaid doesn’t marry the prince? He marries another princess and the Little Mermaid has to kill the prince on his wedding night to be a mermaid again.”

“I… certainly have to read some of these again. I didn’t even realize how brutal these fairytales can be.” Liam admitted. “I assume you weren’t happy with this adaptation either?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I mean, I like how sweet and romantic those Disney versions are but adapting a story and then not sticking to it is kind of a pet peeve of mine.”

“I see.”

“Sorry, it’s silly and I’m talking too much,” Victoria said quickly and turned her attention to the trees. Why couldn’t she stop talking? She just met Liam and started telling him about how bloody original fairytales can be. Great job, Tori. This is how you scare people, not make them interested in you.

“I would say it’s rather fascinating.” Victoria turned to him, surprised as he went on. “As I said, I had no idea about the originals but you made me want to read them.” He smiled at her and she felt her cheeks were blushing. “You must be a pretty harsh critic, huh?”

She let out a hearty laugh but quickly covered her mouth with her hands. “Mhm. Sometimes.” If I were a critic I would be harsh. Probably. Can’t say since I’m not one.

“What’s your favorite movie then? The one you just can’t criticize.”

“Gold Rush. I love the humor and I love how Chaplin showed real issues through comedy. No special effects, no computers, and these black and white, no sound movies are often better than what Hollywood offers us now.”

“Classics. Interesting.” Liam nodded. Victoria opened her mouth to apologize again for talking too much about cinema but Liam was first. “I actually preferred Modern Times. Chaplin showed a true genius there and I loved how he mixed the sound into this silent movie. Although, I must admit, Buster Keaton was master of comedy for me.”

Victoria looked at him, her eyes slightly widened. No one, maybe except for some of her professors and fellow students, heard of Keaton. She believed he was one of the most underrated comedians but anytime she’d talk about him, no one would know who was she referring to.

Liam kept on talking about his favorite movies as they were walking but all Victoria could think of was how oddly comfortable she felt being with him.

~~~~

After, what felt like a minute but was actually two hours, Victoria said goodbye to Liam and raced back to the set. She hoped Hana didn’t wait too long for; she had promised her to eat dinner together. Liam told her he had to join his friends somewhere and the two separated, though a little reluctantly. Victoria was still in awe of Liam but tried not to read too much into it. It was only a nice encounter with a stranger in the Cordonian forest.

“Hana!” Victoria called out as she spotted her friend. Hana was standing with a man that Victoria had never seen before and waved at her when she saw her.

“I was getting worried,” Hana confessed and Victoria felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop admiring the beauty of Cordonian landscape.”

“Ah, yes, Cordonia is beautiful,” the man standing next to Hana said and both women turned to him.

“Uhh, I almost forgot. Maxwell, this is my friend and co-star, Tori. And this is Maxwell. He’s the friend of the King and also my future biographer.”

“Oh, it’s so nice to—”

“O M G! I am so happy to meet Hana Lee’s friends! How long have you known Hana? What is she like as a friend? I bet she’s the best. Is Tori your full name?”

“Umm…” Victoria looked at Hana confused but her friend only shrugged.

“Maxwell wants to write a book about me and I couldn’t say no. Literally,” Hana added for only Victoria to hear.

“Nice to meet you, Maxwell. Tori is a nickname only for my friends and my full name is—”

“Brooks!”

“Sorry, I’ll be right back!” Victoria apologized and ran to a crew member that just called her name. Hana nodded in response and Maxwell noted something in his notebook.

“Maxwell! There you are!”

“Liam! I thought you forgot about me. Where have you been?” Maxwell asked as Liam walked up to him and Hana.

“I had… some thing to do. It’s a pleasure to see you again, lady Hana. I hope you’re enjoying your stay in Cordonia.” Liam turned to Hana.

“It’s even more beautiful here than I remembered. I hope I’ll have some time to visit Applewood  again, it must be so pretty this time of the year.”

“Applewood is always pretty.” Liam smiled and Hana laughed. “I’m afraid we should get going. Duty calls.”

“But do we have to?” Maxwell pouted.

“Maxwell, you’ve talked to lady Hana for two hours, let’s give her a break,” Liam said and Hana sent him a grateful smile.

“Fine, fine. It was a pleasure, Hana! I hope to see you again, soon.”

“Likewise.” Hana waved Maxwell goodbye as he and Liam started to walk away.

“Sorry, there was a problem with one of my scenes.” Victoria appeared next to Hana causing the actress to jump. “Where’s Maxwell?”

“He had to go. The King was here.”

“Wait, what? The King of Cordonia was here? While I was sorting out my scenes?” Victoria asked and Hana nodded. “Oh man. Just my luck. I wish I could meet him, too.”

“His friend is writing my biography, I’m sure you’ll have a chance,” Hana chuckled.

“Yeah, about that… How… did that happen?” Hana laughed as she took her friend’s arm to go for a dinner.

~~

“Chapter one would be called The Star in the Womb. I think I could get some ultrasound pictures of Hana because I’m sure she was very photogenic back then as well.”

“What on Earth are you talking about?” Drake put his book down as Maxwell read his notes out loud.

“What? If this is going to be Hana Lee’s first biography, I have to make sure it is perfect. What so you think, Liam?”

“Hmm? Yes, wonderful idea.” Liam didn’t even look at Maxwell, his eyes were glued to his phone, which was a rather rare occurrence. Maxwell looked at Drake triumphantly.

“What?! Did you even hear what Maxwell came up with? He wants to describe Hana Lee’s time in the womb.”

“That’s a good move, indeed.”

“Seriously, what is going on Liam? What are you doing?” Drake tried to take Liam’s phone but he didn’t let him.

“Nothing.”

“Liam. What happened? You’ve been acting weird since yesterday. You’re never that absent-minded.”

“Nothing happened!”

“Uh uh,” Maxwell cut in. “You’re different. Even Drake noticed.

“Hey!”

“Nothing happened,” Liam tried to reassure his friend but they still were looking at him as if he lost his mind. Liam shook his head, resigned, and Drake quickly snatched his phone. His eyes went wide as he saw what Liam was doing.

“Little mermaid? You’re reading little mermaid?”

“What?” Maxwell asked, glancing at Liam’s phone.

“Did you know that Little Mermaid tried to kill the prince when he didn’t marry her?” 

“What?” Drake was confused.

“I need to go for a walk,” Liam said taking his phone from Drake’s hand.

“Wait! Liam, wait! Can we invite Hana to the palace for dinner tonight? I want to talk to her and I’m sure she’d like to talk to you as well.”

“Mhm, sure. You can invite her.”

“Ohh, and let’s invite Tori, she seemed nice!”

“Who’s Tori?” Liam asked as he was putting on his coat.

“Hana’s friend and co-star. We met yesterday, just before you came. I felt good energy from her,” Maxwell explained.

“Hmm, sure, let’s invite them both.” Liam finished putting on his coat and shoes. “Tell the kitchen staff to prepare the dinner and tell Antonio to invite Hana and her friends. Just please, be civil. And no asking for ultrasound!” Liam warned before heading out, completely oblivious to the happy break-dance Maxwell just performed.

~~~~

“Aaaand CUT!” The director’s voice startled Victoria as she was dozing off on a chair, waiting for Hana to finish her scene. “That’s it everybody, we’re done for the day.”

“Finally,” Victoria thought as she yawned. She glanced at her phone and quickly did the math in her head. They were on set for ten hours with only one thirty-minute break.

“Hungry?” Hana appeared next to her, smiling and full of energy as if she wasn’t working for almost a full day.

“You have no idea. Pizza?” Victoria suggested and Hana nodded.

“That sounds—Excuse me for a second.” Hana looked at her friend apologetically as she took out her ringing phone. “Hello?”

Victoria walked away a little to give Hana some privacy. She wondered if Liam went to the forest today as well. Or if he watched any of the films she recommended. To be fair, Liam was all she could think of. She sighed looking at the set in front of her. Even though, she didn’t want to complain about her job, she wanted nothing more than to go to the forest to relax. And maybe meet Liam again. Maybe.

“I have the greatest news and you’ll love it!” Hana was giddy with excitement and Victoria wondered how she was still so alive after such a long day at work.

“The pizza place decided to give us our pizzas for free? Johnny Depp finally got his Oscar?”

Hana shook her head laughing. “No, but close. Prepare your best outfit, we’ve been invited for a dinner with the King.”

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#choices #playchoices #the royal romance #the royal heir #liam x mc #king liam #king liam x mc #drake walker #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #my fics #i'm writing liam fluff and i dont even know myself #please tell me if it's any good

[rainydayhogwartsimagines]

Well, since i'm on Freddie mood too, can i please request one (smut) where Fred finds his girlfriend using toys (maybe a clitoris stimulator) and gets all dom with her, ends in rough sex maybe?

Okay this is so smutty. Smut this is the NSFW warning here THIS IS SMUT SHIELD YOUR EYES FOR TERRIBLE SEX WRITING CHILDREN

You and Fred. Good God the chemistry. He and you were together, always seen locking lips or whispering some ungodly things to each other. He always knew how to touch you in that right way. The ways that would elicit a response from you. You were in your fifth year when you two slept together for the first time. It certainly wasn't his first time, though it was yours. He was your first for a lot of things: first real relationship, first time you've ever made out with someone, first boy you've ever gotten in trouble for snogging in a broom closet with, first love... He was a lot to take in.

You worked with him in the store, being the one who usually took stock and/or tagged the merchandise. You two had graduated now, George being glad that you decided to stay with them rather than go off and do something alone. After all, you two had become good friends, he'd hate to see you leave. Fred moved out eventually, moving into a flat with you. You had no objections and Fred's wonderful idea of christening the place (basically to have sex on the floor) wasn't exactly bad. You two were always smiling, exchanging knowing looks with each other.

There would be some days though where Fred would work late with George, you being left alone. Say you maybe went out one day with a friend. Say this friend was... Hermione. And she mentioned a vibrator. You thought to yourself "oh of course she'd need that, she's dating Ron. The man is most likely afraid to touch the girl." So let's say when you found out about this little... Contraption you didn't exactly hate it. Say you bought one and occasionally used it. Nothing would compare to tonight. When Fred caught you using it. He was working late. Again. You were turned on by his wonderful little added message of "When I get home though.... I'm absolutely going to ravish you woman."

So you used it, gripping the headboard and moaning lightly, unaware your wonderful boyfriend had come home. "What the hell?" You heard him say making you sit up. "Uhh.. surprise?" You said. "So, you couldn't wait hmm?" He asked. "Aha... No. Not when you leave phone messages like that" you said. "Mmm. So you decided to buy that?" He asked. "Hermione... Never mind." You sighed. "Why am I not surprised that she needed one?" Fred snorted to himself. "That's what I said--" "I am going to fuck you into Neverland if I have to." He said. "If you have to what?" You asked curiously. "You do not need a vibrator Y/n. All it takes is one text message and I'm already bolting down the God damn street to make sure you're taken care of" Fred said. "But you work late--" "George can hold his horses." He said. "Then do it!" You said. "Do what!?" Fred asked. "Me apparently! You're always saying 'careful Princess I can be rough' let's see it! Right here right now!" You said. "You want rough!?" Fred asked. "Yes!" You nodded. His eyes almost seemed to flicker as he shoved off his jacket and kissed you, pulling you into his grasp. He kissed you, removing your shirt and kissing down. Each kiss seemed to send a chill down your spine and he leaned you back, pinning your hands above your head and rubbing you. You squirmed and moaned "C-christ Fred!" You breathed. He let out a small chuckle hearing your short breaths "moan for me princess, I want to hear you." He said. You resisted it to see what he'd do and he inserted a finger making you nearly halt completely on breathing. "F-fred!" You moaned. He smiled, satisfied with that sound. "I-I need-- Oh g-god!" You moaned out as he inserted another finger. "I need words Princess, what do you need?" He asked. "Y-You l-little shit." You grumbled as he curled his fingers in you making you arch your back. "O-oh God Fred p-please I need you!" You whined. He smirked and undid his pants. "Say it again, what did you need?" He asked, still keeping your hands pinned. "Y-You you fucking moron!" You groaned. "Now that's just uncalled for" he said as he shoved himself in you. You gasped and he smiled. "Happy?" He asked. "F-fred if you don't move I sw-swear." You whined. He chuckled "It seems you have no choice but to bear what I do." He said in your ear. "F-Fred p-please--" you moaned. "Since you asked so nicely." He said before moving. You both moaned as he loomed over you him letting go of your hands. You shared a passionate kiss that seemed to induce sparks as you both came.

You panted under him. "I should piss you off more often if it means you do that." You laughed breathlessly. "Oh bite me." He said rolling next to you. "I did. Multiple times" you pointed out. "Wha- what the hell, when did you do that?!" He asked making you laugh. "Are you a piranha or something, cheeky devil?" He asked, kissing your forehead. You smiled and sighed. "I'll throw it away." You said to Fred. "Good. Now we need a code word... I'm thinking... Golf?" He said. You scoffed. "Are we in the military now?" You asked. "Alright, you think of something then smart ass." He laughed. "Hmm. Scone?" You asked. "That will make Thanksgiving unbearable. No thank you." Fred said. "Uhhmmm Nightingale?" He suggested. "Sounds badass. I like it." You nodded. "And I was thinking we could pass it off as a nickname too that way it wouldn't be obvious." "You're becoming too good at this Fred." You laughed. "Am I? Gee I didn't notice." He said making you shake your head.

The next morning when you tried to get up you hit the floor. Fred carried you to the bathroom laughing the entire time as he got dressed for work. "You're always welcome to join me." You said. "Hmm... I might. I wonder if George can--" his phone rang and he rose a brow. "Speak of the devil." Fred shrugged answering it. "FRED. GET DOWN HERE NOW." George said. "Slow down, what's going on?" Fred asked. "THE PYGMY PUFFS ARE OUT OF CONTROL, THEY ARE FUCKING LIKE RABBITS DUDE." Ron yelled in the background making Fred snort as he put them on speaker. "GET IT OFF MY ARM OH GOD!" Ron whined making you laugh. "IS Y/N AVAILABLE!?" "it's her day off George!" Fred reminded with a laugh. "SHE'S THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN ROUND THESE FUCKERS UP-- OH GOD GINNY RUN!" you laughed and finally was able to stand. "Tell George I'll be there." You said. "Try to walk." Fred said. "I can wal- Nope, going down--" you said before Fred caught you. "Give me thirty minutes and an ibuprofen." You sighed. "Alright... George how bad is this?" Fred asked. "THEY ARE LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYWHERE." George screamed making you wheeze. "I told you keeping them enclosed was a bad idea!" You said as Fred handed you ibuprofen. You took one. "WELL I CAN SEE THAT NOW-- WOULD A FLAME THROWER WORK!?" George asked. "They like bubbles, try to get them in one room." You said. "WOULD THAT MAKE THEM WORSE!?" Ron asked. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" You heard Hermione ask in the background. "HONEY, SAVE YOURSELF OH GOD!"

You ended up having to save their asses before it got too out of hand. "I swear to God you all are morons." You laughed. "We didn't know they'd do that." George said. "You created these in school George and got in trouble for this very problem and you didn't know?" Hermione asked. "Poor Ron looks like he just survived Vietnam." You said motioning to the boy rocking himself back and forth with pink fluff scattered across him. "Yes, well Fred, your girlfriend is a Goddess." George said. "I know. Ethereal even." Fred agreed making you roll your eyes. Ginny huffed as she slid on a sweatshirt and Harry ran in. "What happened!?" He asked. "Where were you!?" You asked. "At the ministry trying to do my job when I got a phone call from Ginny!" Harry said. "You got the job? Props man." Fred nodded. "Thank you-- what the fuck happened to Ron!?" He asked. "The pygmy puffs... The pygmy puffs." Ron muttered, his eyes twitching. "I've asked this before Hermione... Are you sure you want Ron? I mean you've got so many options. What's Viktor Krum up to these days--" "HEY!"

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